Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Sri Lanka and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Aswad to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
David Axelrod,
Motorama,
June of 44,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Severed Heads,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Franke,
Idris Muhammad,
Nation of Ulysses,
Harry Pussy,
Brand Nubian,
Jandek,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Isaac Hayes,
The Raincoats,
The Barracudas,
Freddie Wadling,
Bauhaus,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Scion,
Von Mondo,
Public Image Ltd.,
Toni Rubio,
Ronan,
Roxy Music,
The Red Krayola,
John Lydon,
Skarface,
Dark Day,
Rekid,
DJ Style,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Tropical Tobacco,
Model 500,
Outsiders,
Funkadelic,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Index,
Derrick Morgan,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Cybotron,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Anakelly,
Lalo Schifrin,
OOIOO,
Donald Byrd,
Banda Bassotti,
Bob Dylan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kool Moe Dee,
The New Christs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Scientists,
Lower 48,
James White and The Blacks,
10cc,
Joe Finger,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.